Unjust Patterns


Hurt my soul, hurt my race,
I just pray for us all on judgement day.
My God. Can we see you?
Can we be you?
My people are seeing heaven at one hell of a pace.
I hate racism and the profilin'.
You know the blood from his head is gonna bring riots.
And the sirens mean chaos.
The news won't lay off.
And they wonder why we wanna be free on our day off.
Dear momma, I know I act a fool and these cops can't wait they got triggers to pull.
And many lies to make and many minds to rule.
So it's another black down. Rest in peace to Mike Brown.

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